Chapter 83: Yao Family Fist and Wing Chun Fist

"I'm sorry, President. ”

The young man who lost the game in the boxing club was helped back to the team by one person and apologized to Wang Hu guiltily.

"It's okay, I don't blame you, it's the opponent's move that is too bad. Wang Hu waved his hand and said angrily.

The boxing club is not all people with developed limbs and simple minds, but also smart people.

A young man thought of a way, and said to Wang Hu with burning eyes: "President, let me go to this game, I have a way." ”

Wang Hu glanced at him when he heard this, and said with a straight face: "Really, if we lose this time, we will lose directly." ”

"Don't worry, as long as Ahn Jung-cheol doesn't play, I can win. The young man nodded solemnly.

"Okay, you can get on!" Wang Hu nodded in agreement.

The rest of the boxing club cheered and cheered.

"Look at me!"

A strange smile appeared on the young man's face, and he came on the field with confidence.

The people watching around already thought that the boxing club might be losing, after all, the boxing club was completely inferior in the last game, and there was no way to attack the opponent at all.

However, this game made everyone fall through the glasses.

I saw that when the young man in the boxing department kicked him in the knee again, he directly bent down and hugged the leg, and then pressed the opponent on the lawn with his strong body, and raised his fist to be a fat beating.

The members of taekwondo decisively hugged their heads and admitted defeat, and the young man of the boxing department continued to beat as if he didn't hear it, until Mr. Zheng, as the referee, came back to his senses and announced the results of the game, and the young man got up and showed a sincere smile to everyone around him.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"This big guy is definitely black-bellied. Qian Manman said affirmatively.

"Haha...... It's amazing, it seems that the boxing club is not all muscle idiots. Pan Xiaojie smiled happily.

"There are no rules in this game, and compared to boxing, the strong bodies of these people in the boxing department are the advantage. Su Chen also said with a smile.

The students who were eating melons and watching the play around were also shocked by this seemingly honest but actually black-bellied young man in the boxing club, and happily discussed with each other.

Everyone in the boxing club cheered, and they stepped forward to give the young man who came back with six relatives to give a celebratory bear hug.

The two sides won one and lost one, and in the end, it was naturally the turn of the two presidents to appear in person.

"I didn't think I was going to play. An Zhengzhe looked at Wang Hu opposite and said with a slightly contemptuous smile.

"You handed over the means to specialize in the next game, it is worthy of a mallet, and the move is really bad. Wang Hu grinned.

An Zhengzhe's face was slightly gloomy: "There are no rules in this competition, we use the advantages of taekwondo to target the disadvantages of your boxing, what is the damage? Speaking of which, the way children fight in your boxing club is shameless enough!"

"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, hurry up and let me beat you up. Wang Hu's hand in the fist gloves hooked, with a playful smile on his face.

"Hmph, let's see who's beating whom!"

An Zhengzhe snorted coldly, stepped forward, and kicked Wang Hu in the chest with a very chic horizontal kick.

Wang Hu learned the method of the members of the club, and hugged his arms directly to the kicking leg.

"Ridiculous!" An Zhengzhe smeared a look of disdain in his eyes, withdrew his leg like lightning, and then used the other leg as a fulcrum, his body spun in a circle, and a whirlwind leg kicked Wang Hu in the abdomen.

Wang Hu snorted in pain, took a few steps back while holding his colic stomach, and looked at An Zhengzhe with a solemn face.

In the team of the martial arts research association, Su Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, although this An Zhengzhe looked very unpleasant, but there was really something.

The onlookers all exclaimed in surprise, and many girls' eyes lit up.

Regardless of the lethality, An Zhengzhe's two feet are still very ornamental, and they look very visually impactful.

"President Cow Breaks ......"

Everyone in the Taekwondo Club cheered as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

"Brother Tiger, be strong!"

"Brother Tiger, hold him and hammer him!"

Seeing this, everyone in the boxing club was not to be outdone, and one by one, the five big and three thick men roared with their necks.

"What, think the same move will work for me?" An Zhengzhe looked at Wang Hu with a playful expression.

"Grandma, isn't it just that you kicked it, it's too light, it's like tickling, haven't you eaten in the morning? Wang Hu patted the dust on his clothes disdainfully.

"Hard mouth!"

An Zhengzhe's eyes were cold, he rushed over, his body rose into the air, and he kicked Wang Hu with a powerful backspin kick.

Wang Hu subconsciously crossed his arms to block, and his entire burly body was directly kicked out and rolled on the lawn.

Without waiting for Wang Hu to get up, An Zhengzhe stepped forward and continued to chase after the victory, his long legs were like phantoms, and he kicked Wang Hu.

Wang Hu held his head in his hands, gritted his teeth and refused to admit defeat.

"Bastard, stop ......"

The crowd in the boxing club roared angrily.

Many of the girls who were watching also showed unbearable expressions.

The two teachers who were referees glanced at each other and spoke at the same time to stop: "Enough, stop." ”

An Zhengzhe stopped when he heard this, glanced at Wang Hu with disdain, turned around and walked towards the taekwondo team.

The power to decide whether to win or lose then fell into the hands of the onlookers.

Although he felt that An Zhengzhe was a little heavy, Wang Hu did not admit defeat, and most of the students did not decide the winner based on their feelings.

After all, Ahn Zhengzhe obviously has the upper hand, and the final winner is naturally awarded to the Taekwondo Club.

Wang Hu staggered to his feet, wiped the blood that spilled from the corner of his mouth, and returned to the boxing club with a depressed expression.

"Brother Tiger, it's okay!"

"That's it, don't care, I don't believe that bastard can beat Su Chen. ”

"We weren't boxing for this kind of duel. ”

“……”

The members of the club spoke out to comfort Wang Hu.

"Although Ahn Jung-cheol is a bit of a jerk, his strength is really strong. Guo Lei said in a deep voice.

When everyone in the martial arts research association heard this, they all nodded in agreement.

Liu Qing and Yao Wu's faces were also a little serious, under Su Chen's guidance, their strength had improved greatly in the past two days, but after seeing An Zhengzhe's fierce offensive just now, if they faced each other, they didn't dare to say that they were absolutely sure that they could win.

"Don't think about it, let's win the karate club first. Su Chen said with a smile.

When everyone heard Su Chen's voice and saw the calm smile on his face, it was like taking a reassuring pill.

Yes, no matter how strong An Zhengzhe is, can he have Su Chenqiang?

Even if An Zhengzhe deliberately did not fight against Su Chen and won Yao Wu or Liu Qing, it would be just a draw, and in the end, they would have a better chance of winning.

Soon, the competition between the Huaxia Wushu Research Association and Karate began, and Yao Wu, who had long been impatient, took the lead.

One hand of Yao's fist shocked everyone, and he easily won the first game.

Then Liu Qing fought against the other party's president Wu Hui, although Wu Hui's strength was good, Liu Qing's Wing Chun boxing in one hand has been since elementary school, and after Su Chen's guidance, he has already won the essence of Wing Chun, and the difference is only the heat.

After the two fought back and forth for two or three minutes, Liu Qing pinpointed the other party's flaws, and hit Wu Hui in the chest with a strong punch, causing Wu Hui to fall to the ground in pain and shouting to admit defeat.